Maxwelton's braes are bonnie,
where early fa's the dew,
and it's there that Annie Laurie
gave me her promise true.
Gave me her promise true,
which ne'er forgot will be
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me doon and dee.

Her brow is like the snowdrift,
her throat is like the swan,
her face it is the fairest,
that e'er the sun shone an.
That e'er the sun shone an,
and dark bille is her e'e.
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me doon and dee.

Like dew on the gowan lying,
is the fa' o'her fairy feet,
and like winds in summer sighing,
her voice is low and sweet.
Her voice is low and sweet,
and she's a' the world to me.
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me doon and dee.